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I don’t know, but maybe
it has something to do
with sitting on the roof
and watching what’s left
 
of the lunar eclipse while
crickets sing silence
into ecstatic buzz
and joy spills into my cells
 
till the idea of self washes away.
Or, when I’m shucked by loss.
The self in tatters. Raw.
Naked. Unable to know.
 
Utterly flayed. Then.
That’s when I pray.
 

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